Wind Terrors

The winds howls across the dry earth, drying out any moisture that may have hiding in a stem of grass or under piles of already dead brush. It screams, like a banshee, and whines and cries. This wind is unforsaking.The house creaks and groans as it seemingly sways with every gust. I lie in bed, awake, listening to the honeysuckle scratch the window in the living room. I cringe with every blow, just knowing the phone will chime any minute with impending doom of wildfire. I lie awake, clenching my jaw as a tear rolls down my face. Rolling over, I stare at my husband and wish I could sleep like him. Without a care in the world.Instead, my heart pounds and my mind races. This wind - it stirs up every crazy emotion. I silently pray the same old prayer I've prayed all summer--let it rain, Lord. Please. We need rain like an addict needs their next fix. The ground is dry, and the fields have become a tinder box once again. Finally, somehow, I fall asleep in a tangled mess of sheets and heartache. Fits of sleep come, until finally the little one comes to crawl in bed with me, taking space in the spot her daddy vacated an hour earlier when he left for work. Finally I fall into a dreamless slumber when the alarm clock awakens me with its incessant whine. For once, it awakens me to a blessed sight--rain. A beautiful drizzle must have set in after the wind died down. I am reminded, once again, that God is so good. I hug my babe, dry some tears from my eyes, and praise the Lord for the gift of another day, another chance, and a little reprieve.Albeit probably short lived, I finally feel like I can face the day. Even if it is Monday.Thank God for the little things that add up to be big things. I guess even when His big plan makes no sense here, it's the little pieces that get us through the days.With love,Richelle